Maine infected me at the age of 12, in Brunswick, on a family trip from Minnesota. The bug was more or less dormant until I moved to Boston in the late 70s, spread a little as I flirted with the mountains and lakes of New Hampshire and Vermont, and now, with the bemused tolerance of my wife Cynthia Dockrell, has set in without cure.
Monday, May 12, 2014
We left Newton, MA today at noon: sun and 87 degrees
We arrived in Owls Head, ME at 4:00 pm: fog and 47 degrees
How's that for a temperature swing? Just good old Maine idiosyncrasy, right? Couldn't be climate change. Nah.